She chuckled. "I can cover getting in, don't worry," she said, shrugging and allowing herself a bit of a smirk. Ok, this one was alright for the moment. She could deal with that. "The college party might be a decent scene, but if the poetry jam's somewhere adult why don't we start there?"
Idly, she wondered to herself if she was actually 21 already. Sinister had told her that she was the original, which would make her in her thirties. Then again, her body was still a teenager's, and easily younger than Jub's. Eh, it wasn't worth worrying about, at least not today.
"So, what're you planning to do about... well, the future?"